Friday, August 14, 2020

On Sunflowers in the Backyard

The last emperor of the Chen
Composed a song they later said
Foretold the coming of the end.

I would bet a formerly fat
Provincial scholar sensed it first
One morning, tightening his sash.

Maybe he was out in his yard
Chanting a few shi, practicing
His calligraphy, getting bored.

Maybe he felt his surroundings
Had dimmed and didn’t like the way
The local gossips were sounding.

Maybe he felt a little blue.
Maybe he consulted Changes.
More likely, one morning, he knew.

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